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A wave of doubts flooded Carson’s heart. If they really were Immortals, shouldn’t they possess absolute crushing power over the Hollow Void Realm? Shouldn’t the four of them strike together and instantly turn these Hollow Void heavyweights into a river of blood?

The battle persisted, and casualties began to appear within the Cultivators’ camp, while the four guardians also began to show various wounds.

Twenty minutes later, three great lords from the Cultivators’ side involved in the battle died, nearly twenty were injured, and at least hundreds of other Cultivators were killed in the fight.

The four guardians also had a hard time, all injured.

Franklin Wyatt, the lunatic, had a huge sword scar across his bare chest that nearly split his body in half.

The horn on the Jiao Long’s head was chopped off, and several large holes appeared on its body, bleeding profusely.

The white-haired old man’s iron claws were broken, and he suffered multiple fractures on his fingers and many sword wounds on his body.

Malia Salinas’s white dress was stained with blood, her face pale as paper; she was suppressed by a Spiritual Tower that slammed down hard on her, breaking who knows how many bones.

”Retreat!”

As Franklin Wyatt yelled, he swung his Black War Blade and instantly cut through the heavenly dome, releasing several rift-splitting saber auras, sweeping all Cultivators away.

Seizing the opportunity, all four guards turned and fled toward the core area of the Valley of Death.

The Supreme Elder of Western Xuan Mountain, Chen Lichen, looking at the broken Array Flags, his heart aching, shouted angrily, ”Pursue! We can’t let them escape!”

Cave Master Tanner Bautista of Mount Kahdas put away the Destiny Gourd and yelled loudly, ”Everyone, keep up the effort, push forward! Don’t give them a chance to breathe, otherwise, we may not withstand a second round of battle!”